i went to san diego this past weekend. the rain followed. san diego is a lovely place to visit though. rain or no.

i saw a man walk into a street sign. i was in the cab on the way to the airport sunday and i watched him walk down the sidewalk. he was right outside Ralph’s, looking all around him like it was the first time he’d seen daylight. then blam! he walked right into it. i giggled and the cabbie gave me a look. i wanted to tell him, but was afraid he’d think me unkind. why i care what a cabbie in san diego thinks of me, i couldn’t begin to tell you.

i’m homesick. this, i’ve decided after not much deliberation at all. not homesick for here. cause i live here now and even when i travel i always come back. seattle is great super fantastic smashing. but it’s not home. home is 3600+ miles away and calling.

what i miss is rain that isn’t constant or misty, but torrential and final. audible. it makes its presence known. i miss the way everything seems to move so much more slowly there. people talk more slowly, move as if they have all the time in the world. boiled peanuts and june bugs. spanish moss and fireflies that flicker on the still night air. i miss beaches with white sand that you can actually wade into, hermit crabs and lemon ice vendors up and down the strand. boys colored to the shade of cornflakes and girls scented like macaroons, baking in the midday sun. i miss the ice cream shack across from the big arcade with warm waffle cones and cherry vanilla ice cream. putt-putt golf. calabash. i miss crescent and huntington. myrtle beach and sumter. camden and columbia. i miss the maggie valley and carowinds. and all points in between. i wanna go home now. please and thank you.

that is all.